Titanic: The Journey of A Lifetime

By Ciel Phantomhive

It was the stillness of the night that awoke him. He often slept rather well whenever he was in a comfortable bed and when his butler wasn't too far from him. Everything was in its proper place, untouched and not pondered over, so why now was he so wide awake? It was two in the morning for bloody sake! But there he was, leaning over the railing and smoking a cigar as apposed to fast asleep in his king sized bed. Ridiculous. Simply ridiculous. Was all he could think over and over again.

Yet there he was, staring off into the moonlight as the stars twinkled above him, but rather than entranced by the beauty of the rare scene, he looked rather . . . bored. He never found anything to bring any form of happiness to his dull and preset life. His marriage, his house, his title, his family, his entire existence was laid out before him, and all he merely had to do was follow the road that clearly outlined and defined his life for him, no questions asked, merely fulfilling his tasks. Not that he should be so ungrateful. His fiancé was beautiful, long brown locks of hair perfectly curled and preset to always sit on her left shoulder. Her dazzling caramel eyes shinned with brilliance, her fair skin was like that of a perfectly sculpted angel. She wore only the best of clothes to fit her rather short body. She was more voluptuous that thin, and her bosoms and derrière were the evidence of it. Her corsets fit her tightly and would honestly tempt any man; her skirts were often frilled and had numerous ribbons and flowers. Some were tight to her curved legs, and others fanned out. Her voice was like velvet, pronunciation perfect, and had all the mannerisms of a proper English young lady. She was a pleasure to be around, had some opinions but mainly let the men speak for her whilst she nodded in agreement. She was emotionless behind the grandeur of it all. She had no love to give, no kindness to share, not true opinions of her own without someone influencing her. He sighed again, thinking of nothing more than to rid of her.

Lizzy Middleford, she was a sight. Her golden ringlets were tied up into two separate pigtails on either side of her head. They weren't neat, or pinned to be tame, but they were rather wild and had a mind of their own. Her large green eyes were deep and caring, they weren't jade, but not quiet dark either. They were in the middle and exquisite, shinning with vivacity and full of life. Her eyelashes were black and long, batting with each blink, and calling him in. Her skin was like ivory, porcelain, pure perfection, until bruises and cuts were found on her arms and heaven knows where else. She was tall, but luckily not taller than any other man. She wore a simple and humble outfit. It was a simple caramel skirt with a dark brown corset and a long white-sleeved slip underneath that showed off her round bosoms that showed her maturity. The sleeves followed her long arms and moved with her, as she seemed to be gliding across the dining hall. Her waist was small, too small, and her corset helped to amplify her thinness, along with her femininity. Ciel never would forget that young woman he saw floating on deck, dancing around to the faint music in her mind as her angelic voice hummed the timid tune.

"Lovely." He whispered.

"I beg your pardon sir?" Sebastian asked.

"Oh nothing, it's time for tea."
"As you wish my young lord."

Ciel nodded and let Sebastian lead him back, until he took one last glance and found she was gone. He sighed, sorry he ever had to look away.

"Sebastian."

Ciel looked up from his meal.

"Yes my lord?"

Sebastian was at his masters side in a split second.

"What was that young lady's name that we saw earlier."
"Lizzy Middleford."

"Lizzy? That suits her well."
"Indeed my lord."

"Ciel darling, where have you been?"

Ciel's fiancé walked into the room, her maids carrying armfuls and armfuls of bags and boxes of more frilly and shiny thinks that she just didn't need, but she did love to spend money.

"Just out."

He shrugged as he took a sip of his tea and ignored her.

"You look awful. Sebastian, get him some coffee."

She snapped an order out right away as she began to take off her rather expensive hat, ridiculous rather, what with all the frills and feathers. Ciel preferred how Lizzy didn't need all those things to look beautiful.
"I'm fine."

His voice was sharp, cold and uncaring.

"I see, I will be out with mother then."

She looked rather shocked, but she was used to his coldness towards her, she simply walked out of the room.
"Fine."

He looked away as he looked over the coffee table. Everything seemed to bore him lately even a lovely woman wearing nothing but her translucent nightgown as he was preparing to dress. But seventeen was too young of an age to expect your whole life to fall into place.

"Ridiculous."

He stated aloud as Sebastian smiled faintly at him, being quick to dress his young master.

"A'm sae terribly sorry sur!"

"It's fine."

He was blushing; he never thought any woman could do that to him. But she was so beautiful, simply lovely.

"Na, a've git it."

Her accent was most definitely Scottish. He felt his cheeks burning as he gently let his fingers brush against her hand as he reached for the broken teacup.

" 'twas a ginori wasn't it?"

"How did you know?"

He was shocked she knew specifically what kind of teacup she accidentally knocked off his table as she walked past him, in her own little world, not paying any attention to her surroundings until it was too late, and the expensive teacup was smashed to pieced on the ground, the sound startling her.

"Mah faither, he used tae mak' thaim."

There it was, her accent making him weak at the knees again when he least expected it.

"Oh, I see. Impressive, does he still do the practice."

Curious to learn more about her.

"Whit? Och na, he's bin deid thae bygane twelve years. God rest his soul."

She bowed her head in respect of her father's memory.
"I'm so sorry to hear that."

He felt somewhat guilty, but he still was hungry to learn more.
"Tis naethin'. Lee 'n' death gang haun in haun."
"Agreed."

Ciel nodded, understanding that life and death do indeed go hand in hand.

"Hmm, nou dae ye think ah kin hae mah haun back nou?"

He looked down, not realizing he had ever grabbed it.

"I'm terribly sorry." He blushed again.

"Dinnae be." She winked playfully as she quickly picked up the mess and was gone in an instant. Her hair flowed with each step as her dress followed her. He didn't know why, but he felt empty the moment she left the room, but he felt whole when she first entered it. What was this strange occurrence whenever she appeared?